The next morning, Buster's fever dropped to the point where he could get out of bed, so with the careful eye of Elwood and Queen Mousette, Buster was now downstairs with the rest of the band, explaining how he ended up here.

" So I took a bus from Kentucky, then walked, remember falling, and now I am here."

Mr. Fabulous, just laughed when the kid finished.

" You are certainly a Blues, that's for sure."

Buster smiled when he heard that.

" Why…what did Elwood and Jake do?"

The entire band was about to start stories, but Elwood interrupted them.

" Lets leave the stories for another time."

Buster and Mack were about to protest, when they spotted Marco setting up instruments.

" Hey Marco, what are you doing?"

Marco looked up and smiled.

" My band and I are getting ready to rehearse and I figure since the lad is feeling better we could play for all of you."

After everyone gathered around the room, Marco walked over to the couch and looked over at Buster.

" My lead singer couldn't make it, so we were wondering if you would lead us?"

Buster's eyes lit up and he quickly looked towards Elwood and smiled.

" Can I please?"

Elwood nodded his head and he grabbed his crutches and slowly made his way to the chair.

" Wait I don't know the song."

" Its ok, we have extra copies."

" Simone you're getting older

Your journey's been etched on your skin

Simone wish I had known that

What seemed so strong

Has been and gone.

I would call you up every Saturday night

And we both stayed out till the morning light

And we sang ' Here we go Again'

And though time goes by

I will always be

In a club with you

In 1973

Singing ' Here we go Again.'

Simone wish I was sober

So I could see clearly now

The rain has gone

Simone I guess it's over

My memory plays out tune

The same old song

I would call you up every Saturday night

And we both stayed out till morning light

And we sang 'Here we go Again'

And though time goes by

I will always be

In a club with you

In 1973

Singing 'Here we go Again.'

When the band was done, Buster looked over at Elwood, who was beaming with pride and awe at his son.

I hope everyone likes this chapter. And unfortunately I do not own James Blunt or his song 1973. Enjoy

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